"Is this Joe?" she asked. That was the cognomen they'd given the native individual who'd first greeted them on the prior mission. In fact the Edenites...didn't have true names, their telepathic linkage made them unnecessary within their collective, but they'd accepted the human nomenclature readily and even volunteered their own contributions as relations between the two species normalized."Yes, Joe," came the answer in due time. "It is still my reason to talk to you." In the natives' planned. After he got home from work, he took Shay out. They enjoyed a quiet dinner and then went walking along the beach under the moonlight. Luckily Joey had enough forethought to bring a blanket since it was a little chilly at night this time of the year. They walked until they found a fairly sheltered place among some dunes and they settled down. Shay sat down between his legs and the blanket was wrapped around them. She leaned back against him and immediately could feeling the bulge of his. “Can I move you a bit?”“Oh, Frank,” Michelle said with a lazy, entranced voice, “you can move me anywhere, any position you want me.”Frank smiled and took her hips, moving her side on to the mirror so she could watch. “Now you can watch,” he said, then kneeled down to her butt again. Looking forward, he lifted her skirt and parted her cheeks and found her little anus waiting for him again. She watched as he moved in and then felt his tongue touch her there. She closed her eyes at the. Sitting cross-legged less than five feet from her side, his back braced against the wall beneath the open porthole, was a heavily freckled tow-headed boy. More of a young man, Jamie quickly amended. For all that he was slender and barely bearded, his face had none of the softness of boyhood, and he was nearly twice her size. He was also staring at her, his hands frozen in mid-stitch, with eyes the brightest shade of green she had ever seen. Startled by his close scrutiny as well as by his.